Ready for some sit-down
The park tables under the leafy trees look inviting as my pre-work stroll reaches its mid-point. No time to sit down and appreciate them, though.
Bright among the gardens
As my dear wife Karen and I stay busy with backyard gardening, cherished rescue mutt Ellie knows a weekend also means hanging out on the deck.
Hello, baby fig tree
My friend John visited after work to diagnose the big fig tree he’d delivered in November. We’d been texting about some concerns rattling around my brain since he’d told me it was OK to take it out from its winter home in our shed. He’d mulled over my texted photos and decided it was time…
On the lake they boat
As I took a pre-work stroll, I noticed a boat already out on the water. Looked like they were having a good time. Early in the day, getting toward late May. Good for them.
Me and my mutt, art-style
My dear wife Karen wins the Internet again. She spied a great piece that reminded her of how I love to pet our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. I was politely instructed to open the package when it arrived. Floored. Thrilled. There may have been a tear in at least one of…
More purple rises up front
Taking its turn in our front yard garden is the lush blanket of violet. OK, friends, remind me what it is …
In the ground they go
I grabbed the shovel and watched where my dear wife Karen carefully pointed her finger this past weekend. Into their new home dirt went the gifts from Elisabeth and George. They look comfortable. Knock on wood.
Newbies for 2022
Thanks to terrific daughter Elisabeth and wonderful fiancé George, my dear wife Karen was gifted with two new plants for us to enter into our backyard gardens this season. Needing my shovel work are a purple rose plant, to take the place of one that did not make it over the past winter, and a…
Now for another color in the tulip row
After the red in our backyard tulip cycle comes the yellow. Yes, I think, it is better than all-at-once.
In all its glory out front
Here’s to the glorious effect of our front-yard dogwood when its flowers come out to their maxium.
Mark Bialczak 